We come from the gloom of the shadowy trail
Out away on the fringe of the Night,
Where no man could tell, when the darkness fell,
If his eyes would behold the light.
To — the — Night,—
To — the — Night,—
To the darkness and the sorrow of the Night,—
Came — the — Light,
Came — the — Light,
Came the Wonder and the Glory of the Light.
There are wanderers still, without ever a guide,
Out there on the fringe of the Night,
They are bond and blind,— to their darkness resigned,
With never a wish for the Light.
To — their — Night,—
To — their — Night,—
To the darkness and the sorrow of their Night,
Take — the — Light!
Take — the — Light!
Take the Wonder and the Glory of the Light!